saghar o sehba mutrib o nagma
saghar o sehba mutrib o nagma
kaise bahara aaj bhi hai
saghar o sehba mutrib o nagma
kaise bahara aaj bhi hai
kiski kami hai kaun nahi hai
kiski kami hai kaun nahi hai
dil kyun mera aaj bhi hai
saghar o sehba

kiski khatir gulshan gulshan
josh-e bahara aaj bhi hai
josh-e bahara aaj bhi hai
kya koi bahsi sehra sehra
kya koi bahsi sehra sehra
chaak garewan aaj bhi hai
kya koi bahsi sehra sehra
chaak garewan aaj bhi hai
saghar o sehba

kitni yaade kitni murade
rakhte hain hum dil me magar
dil ki duniya sooni sooni
dil ki duniya sooni sooni
veerani raah aaj bhi hai
dil ki duniya sooni sooni
veerani raah aaj bhi hai
saghar o sehba

kya kya dilkas rangeero se
zere zami hain dafn magar
zere zami hain dafn magar
hairat hai is veerane ka
naam gulistaan aaj hai
hairat hai is veerane ka
naam gulistaan aaj bhi hai
saghar o sehba

kaid kafas se chhut ke ab tak
kaid kafas se chhut ke ab tak
rah na sake rahat se sami
khne ko azad hain lekin
khne ko azad hain lekin
fikr e gulitaan aati hai
saghar o sehba mutrib o nagma
kaise bahara aaj bhi hai
saghar o sehba

The wine, the tavern, the minstrel, the song,
The wine, the tavern, the minstrel, the song,
Why does springtime still throng?
The wine, the tavern, the minstrel, the song,
Why does springtime still throng?
Whose absence haunts, who is gone?
Whose absence haunts, who is gone?
Why does my heart still belong?
The wine and the tavern.

For whom does the garden bloom,
For whom does the garden bloom,
Spring's fervor still consume?
For whom does the garden bloom,
Spring's fervor still consume?
Does a madman, through desert roam,
Does a madman, through desert roam,
Torn open his garment's foam?
Does a madman, through desert roam,
Torn open his garment's foam?
The wine and the tavern.

How many memories, desires we hold,
How many memories, desires we hold,
Within our hearts, a story told,
But the heart's world, it is cold,
But the heart's world, it is cold,
Emptiness on the road unfolds.
But the heart's world, it is cold,
Emptiness on the road unfolds.
The wine and the tavern.

Beneath the earth, what colors reside,
Beneath the earth, what colors reside,
Buried deep, where secrets hide,
Yet wonder, this desolation's tide,
Yet wonder, this desolation's tide,
Is called a garden, far and wide.
Yet wonder, this desolation's tide,
Is called a garden, far and wide.
The wine and the tavern.

From the cage of confinement freed,
From the cage of confinement freed,
Still, we cannot find a place to feed
In ease and solace, a soul's need.
In ease and solace, a soul's need.
Though free, we are, indeed,
Though free, we are, indeed,
The thought of the garden does proceed.
The wine, the tavern, the minstrel, the song,
Why does springtime still throng?
The wine and the tavern.